In my head, I'm giving cookies to everyone. All the time. Every day.
When our babysitter recently had her first baby, oh, I wanted to drop what I was doing and bring her cookies. Something sweet and fresh, maybe with lemon. When my neighbor's brother passed away unexpectedly, I wanted to make her some cookies, too. Chocolate chip would have served well — a generic, unfailing crowd pleaser. (What if she has allergies? Asking ruins the surprise.) When a dear friend moved out of state, I wanted to send her cookies. Probably those crazy pecan butterscotch ones we used to make together from that Texas cookbook.